Tan Peng held back his anger and said, "Jiang Ming, do you know what this thing is?

Jiang Ming said disdainfully: "Ten pieces, it can't be more." ”

Suddenly, there was laughter all around.

"Jiang Ming, are you crazy? That's "Tang Feng Poems"! Ten yuan? Is your brain flooded?"

"This kid is too ignorant, ten yuan?"

"Do you dare to smash Senior Tan Peng's face? If I were Tan Peng, I would kill this kid now. ”

Cao Hong didn't know the book either, so he had to secretly take out his mobile phone and ferry.

This ferry is terrible, it is said that the "Tangfeng Poetry Collection" was compiled by a well-known literati in the late Qing Dynasty, and a total of twenty or thirty copies were printed throughout the country. The last book sold for a high price of 100,000.

Cao Hong's heart was groaned for a while, so why did Senior Tan Peng let them hug him?

Cao Hong was afraid for a while, but fortunately he didn't fall......

Jiang Ming sneered at the mocking faces, he reached out and took the book of "Tang Feng Poems" in Leng Rushuang's hand, hooked his lips and smiled evilly.

And then...... Jiang Ming tore off the cover!

He Ze jumped up on the spot: "Are you crazy?"

This one is torn off thousands of pieces, right?

Jiang Ming looked puzzled: "I've lost all my money, isn't this book mine?"

Everyone present almost burst into foul language.

Where did you lose money?

You gave ten dollars!

The awl-faced woman said dumbfoundedly: "Did Jiang Ming break the jar?"

Jiang Ming touched his nose and said, "Take the rest back and use it for drafting." ”

Everyone thinks they don't have enough brains, and he still wants to take it back and type a draft?

He Ze trembled with anger, and said to Tan Peng: "Tan Peng, call the police." ”

"Yes, call the police. This kid has gone mad. ”

The crowd was furious, and they couldn't wait for the police to arrest Jiang Ming immediately!

Suddenly, a cold voice came: "Jiang Ming is right. ”

Everyone stared blankly at the cold as frost who spoke.

Tan Peng's expression moved, and he looked at Leng Rufrost with some uneasiness.

Leng Rushuang said lightly: "This is a rubbing, at most ten yuan." ”

Expand...... Rubbings?

Leng Rushuang pointed to the binding line of the book and said, "This is the latest, and the year is no more than three years." ”

Leng Rushuang continued: "If it is genuine, Tan Peng would not dare to throw it directly in the square for the juniors to carry over. ”

Everyone nodded when they heard this, and said yes as cold as frost.

Leng Rushuang's expression suddenly changed, her eyes were sharp, and she raised her voice and asked, "Tan Peng, you are holding a rubbing book and asking Jiang Ming to compensate 50,000 yuan, what do you mean?"

The faces of the people around him gradually changed, and the eyes that looked at Tan Peng became very complicated.

Tan Peng's forehead was full of cold sweat, he didn't dare to look at his eyes that were as cold as frost, and said a little timidly: "I'm just...... I want to make a joke with Senior Brother Jiang Ming. ”

Joke?

The awl-faced woman noticed Jiang Ming's movements and couldn't help but ask, "Jiang Ming, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ming held the mobile phone in one hand, and he said gracefully: "Call the police." Senior Tan Peng slandered me and wanted to defraud me of 50,000 yuan. ”

Tan Peng's face turned pale with fright!

Their Tan family is a well-known scholarly family in Jianghai City. The best thing about literati is face.

If this gets out...... His dad, his grandpa is definitely going to beat him to death!

Jiang Ming...... Jiang Ming...... You ......"

Tan Peng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Jiang Ming suddenly raised his head and smiled evilly: "Hehe, I was also joking with Senior Tan Peng." ”

Tan Peng: "......"

What a vicious boy!

It's just a matter of retribution.

Xie Wei, who was standing on the side, whispered: "Jiang Ming, I ......"

Jiang Ming didn't speak, and turned his head directly.

Xie Wei already knew at this time that the friendship between him and this Jiang Ming was no longer there......

Leng Rushuang was relieved, and Chong Jiangming said: "A misunderstanding." Jiang Ming, sit down. ”

Jiang Ming smiled faintly: "No need, President Leng Rushuang, I came here today to ask you to leave the club." ”

Everyone was shocked.

Jiang Ming actually wanted to leave the poetry club?

Even Chen Xuan, a sophomore in high school, sharpened his head and wanted to drill into the poetry club!

Leng Rushuang's face turned cold, and he said, "Senior Brother Jiang Ming, are you because of this matter?"

Jiang Ming smiled meaningfully: "Senior Sister Leng should be very clear, it's not because of this matter. ”

He had wanted to run for a long time.

The awl-faced woman was angry and shouted, "Jiang Ming, do you think our poetry club is a place where you can come and leave when you want?"

"What do you think of us?"

Jiang Ming smiled coldly: "I'm here, not to apply but to inform." ”

Everyone gasped, this kid was so angry? Is he going to offend the whole poetry club?

Jiang Ming walked to the blackboard and said, "I'll give you a poem before I leave." ”

The calligraphy club of Jianghai No. 2 Middle School met Jiang Ming for the first time. He Ze laughed out loud on the spot: "Are you still going to compose a poem on the spot?"

A calligraphy student frowned and looked at Jiang Ming, he always felt as if he had seen him somewhere.

Jiang Ming picked up the chalk and neatly wrote a poem on the blackboard.

"The tip of the head and the body are as white as silver,

There is no half a cent on the scale.

Eyes grow on the buttocks,

Only people don't recognize people in rags!"

This poem was written by Pu Songling in the Qing Dynasty and was used to satirize snobs.

There was silence in the audience.

He Ze looked at the words on it and smiled coldly: "It's vulgar! Do you know what poetry is? This is just limerick poetry." ”

Jiang Ming said meaningfully: "I should know how to write poetry better than you." ”

After Jiang Ming finished speaking, he walked away without a trace of nostalgia.

He Ze's face sank, his family was very rich, and he met Fan Yongguang in Jianghai No. 2 Middle School, and Fan Yongguang didn't dare to offend him so much, right?

This kid is still a poor boy, and he dares to say that he knows poetry better than him?

Suddenly, the top student just now exclaimed, "I know who he is!"

He Ze asked angrily, "Who?"

Na Xueba swallowed his saliva and said, "At the award ceremony of the English essay competition, he was the first place. And...... At that time, Chen Sen, the president of the Chinese Poetry Association, came and invited him to join the association on the spot!"

Everyone gasped and looked at the top student in surprise.

Really?

The people in the poetry club are all literary and artistic elements. Since I like to write poetry, I must want to enter the Chinese Poetry Association.

Many people regard entering the Chinese Poetry Association as their lifelong goal.

Outcome...... Jiang Ming had already been personally invited by the president?

"You...... Are you right?" Tan Peng asked with a pale face.

He is from such a famous scholarly family, the Tan family, and he has no chance to enter the Chinese Poetry Association...... At most, you can only enter Jianghai City.

The scholar nodded: "Yes, it's him." At that time, many English students who participated were present, and Chen Xuan from your school also knew about it. ”

So...... Jiang Ming's sentence "I should know how to write poetry better than you" is not arrogant at all, people are telling the truth.

The scene was quiet for dozens of seconds, and everyone began to look up and take a closer look at the poem written by Jiang Ming.

The members of the poetry club looked at the poem, and their cheeks flushed.

What an irony!

Jiang Ming sarcastically said that they were snobs?

Cao Hong thought that he was so flattering to Tan Peng, and looked at Jiang Ming's poetry, his face was very ugly.

Leng Rushuang looked at the poem, and also felt that his face was dull.

Obviously, she founded the poetry club to create a happy land in the school, but it turned out to be like this......

Leng Rushuang began to hesitate, has the meaning of the establishment of this poetry club disappeared?

……

"Hasn't the old man woken up yet?"

In a quaint Chinese-style house, a middle-aged man with a mustache wanders around anxiously.

The doctor shook his head: "Old Man Wang is seriously injured, you can ...... Ready for the future. ”

When the doctor said this, everyone present began to cry.

Preparing for the future?

A young man stood up and grabbed the doctor by the collar: "Are you again? Get out of here!"

The doctor sat down on the ground in fright, and rolled out of the room.

The young man walked up to the middle-aged man and said, "Dad, that doctor is an ordinary doctor." We ask ...... Liu Lao took a look. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up: "Yes!

The doctor Liu Lao is now in Jianghai City, and he has already been out of customs.

Suddenly, a pretty girl ran in from outside.

"Dad, have you taken care of the auction?"

The middle-aged man's face turned cold and said, "Don't mention it again!"

The biggest auction item in this auction is the talisman made by their old man, but the old man was injured and couldn't afford to be sick!

Wang Ruoyun put one hand on his waist and smiled proudly: "I drew a talisman, I should be able to cope with this auction!"

Wang Ruoyun immediately took out the talisman like a treasure.